The Martial Doctor

In Yue Mei’Er’s room, there was a partition that had been turned into a small secret chamber, just to conveniently hide secrets. Lin Miao knew about it.

Therefore, he swiftly slipped inside.

Footsteps were already sounding outside the door.

Yue Mei’Er was sick of hearing it; Ji Fei’Er had come again. She was now quite troubled, as every interaction with her exhausted untold amounts of mental energy.

But she didn’t dare to be careless, because if a flaw was spotted, Ji Fei’Er would surely pursue it relentlessly, leaving her somewhat neurotic.

"Fei’Er, you’re here."

"Mei’Er, did someone from the manor come?" Ji Fei’Er walked in wearing a cold expression and scrutinized Yue Mei’Er’s room as she asked.

"Yes, as you can see, a friend, more like a partner, staying for a night and returning to the city tomorrow." Yue Mei’Er replied nonchalantly.

"When did you become partners with Mr. Lin from Dongshan City?" Ji Fei’Er asked straightforwardly. How could she not know Lin Miao? She herself had undergone surgery performed by him. If he didn’t already have a fiancée and two significant confidants,

she might have wanted to try her luck with him.

"He used to be my second sister’s neighbor. After my second sister disappeared, I inherited her business. I’m not good at management, so I partnered with him. We closed Huaye Tower, transformed it into shares, and opened the current restaurant. I don’t have to do anything and just get a share of the profits. Isn’t that clever, Fei’Er?" Yue Mei’Er laughed.

"Why choose to partner with him among so many people? Also, I heard Huaye Tower was very large and even had a backyard. How did it become part of Lin’s residence?"

"Being in a partnership naturally requires some sacrifices. Huaye Tower was losing money under my management, and he wanted to purchase it, and I didn’t understand how to run such a business. What could I do but agree? Besides, my second sister took all the liquid assets from Huaye Tower when she left, so I had to sell the land."

"Really?"

"Of course it’s true, Fei’Er. Don’t you trust me?" Yue Mei’Er stepped forward and grabbed Ji Fei’Er’s arm affectionately.

"So what is this manor’s workshop for, and why have you never been willing to tell me?"

"Oh, it’s just for making some pottery and tiles, all things left by my second sister that I’m following..."

"Don’t try to fool me. You bring in raw sugar, purify it, and sell it as crystal sugar; am I right?" Ji Fei’Er snorted coldly. With her skills, she had to sneak into the workshop with great effort to uncover this shocking secret.

The manor actually housed a massive workshop for the production and purification of crystal sugar. Although she didn’t know the specifics, she had personally witnessed people turning raw sugar through a series of complicated processes into crystal-clear sugar like snow.

Even for someone with little societal experience, she understood the immense value of crystal sugar.

This was undoubtedly a highly profitable business.

No wonder Yue Mei’Er abandoned the comfortable lifestyle in Dongshan City to insist on living in this manor outside the city; she had her eyes on the workshop’s production capabilities.

If this technique and secret method were brought back to the sect, they would certainly bring endless profits to the Moon Worship Sect, yet she had never mentioned it in any reports.

Clearly, she had her ulterior motives.

Ji Fei’Er hadn’t yet witnessed the production of colorless glass. Otherwise, she would have been even more shocked.

"Since you already know, I won’t hide it. Yes, what you saw is true. I am stationed in this manor to oversee the production of crystal sugar. It’s the Saint Heir’s decision." Yue Mei’Er lifted her head, no longer pretending, laying everything out.

"It’s the Saint Heir’s decision?"

"Of course. If the Saint Heir returns, he can’t go back empty-handed and be manipulated by the sect members. The Saint Heir needs to wield enough power of his own before returning. Otherwise, with a ruler above and so many elders and families below, his return alone would hardly achieve anything." Yue Mei’Er explained.

"So you’re planning to set up independently outside?"

"Why call it setting up independently? It’s building a loyal faction. For the Young Master to return, there must be forces he can entirely control. Fei’Er, we four were originally chosen to support the Saint Heir. In principle, we no longer belong to our families anymore, just like married daughters belong to their husbands, don’t you agree?" Yue Mei’Er queried.

Ji Fei’Er frowned slightly. The logic was air-tight; they were chosen to assist the Saint Heir, theoretically no longer belonging to their respective families, akin to how married daughters belong to their husband’s family.

"I need to meet the Young Master to confirm personally."

"The Young Master is in seclusion and cannot be disturbed until he has had a breakthrough, you know that..."

"I must see the Young Master today, even if I risk punishment. I need confirmation." Ji Fei’Er’s eyes sharpened, and her attitude turned steely. "Mei’Er, you know my temper; don’t force me to act."

"Fei’Er, does it have to be this way?"

"Yes, if you block me, don’t blame me for what happens. If Mr. Lin knew your true identity, do you think he would still partner with you?"

"Alright, you go ahead first, let me handle some matters, and I’ll accompany you, okay?" Yue Mei’Er said.

"I’ll wait for you downstairs," Ji Fei’Er shot a look at Yue Mei’Er and said.

"Okay."

...

"You heard it all. Ji Fei’Er already knows many of the manor’s secrets. It’s time to make a decision." In the secret chamber, Yue Mei’Er clung almost entirely to Lin Miao.

She loved Lin Miao’s scent, crazily loved it.

"What do you want to do?"

"Since she wants to see Mr. Lin, why don’t you take the initiative to meet her and then subdue her?"

"Subdue her? How? Who is Ji Fei’Er? If I see her, she’ll just easily submit to me?"

"Young Master, why don’t you take her into the room? Wouldn’t she submit to you then?" Yue Mei’Er chuckled.

"What kind of bad idea is that? I have no feelings for her. How can I be so casual?"

"You didn’t have any for me initially either. But over time, didn’t feelings develop?" Yue Mei’Er said, "Anyway, you were the one who cured Ji Fei’Er, made her a true woman. Isn’t that fate?"

Lin Miao glared at Yue Mei’Er. He already had many beauties around him, why invite trouble?

But leaving Ji Fei’Er here was bound to cause trouble sooner or later.

The "Young Master" Yue Mei’Er created was a fake. It was deceiving for now, but couldn’t last forever. Once discovered by Ji Fei’Er, it would inevitably lead to conflict.

Seeing Lin Miao silent and assuming he was tempted, Yue Mei’Er said, "If you’re interested, Young Master, I’ll arrange it right away."

"Come back. If I really wanted to, would I need you to arrange it?" Lin Miao lightly scolded.

"Then tonight Mei’Er must..."

"Alright, meet her first and then decide. However, she might be familiar with my presence, I’m afraid it’ll be hard to hide." Lin Miao said.

"Young Master’s intention is to confront her, then?"

"Depending on the situation. Let her come over, give it a bit of time." Lin Miao thought for a moment and said.

"Alright."

...

"Fei’Er, soon I’ll be entertaining some guests for dinner. You talk with the Young Master alone. Just don’t anger him; you know, he’s been away from home for years and has little sentiment for the Saint Sect. It’s vital to go along with his wishes..."

"Go along with him means giving myself up?"

"Hehe, Fei’Er, isn’t that a matter of time..." Yue Mei’Er smiled awkwardly.

"Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to him."

"That’s good then."

Yue Mei’Er deliberately slowed her pace, giving Lin Miao enough time to get there via the underground passage.

"Hurry up, aren’t you supposed to entertain the guests later?"

"No rush, the guests just settled down and need some rest, my kitchen also needs some preparation before dining. What do you think, Fei’Er?"

Ji Fei’Er walked increasingly fast, not needing directions as she knew the way.

"Fei’Er, wait for me..."

"Foxy one!" Ji Fei’Er cursed in her heart, having sensed a familiar aura in the room earlier, it was Mr. Lin’s.

Though she was one of the Saint Heir’s four attendants, she didn’t like meddling in others’ private affairs.

Even if she became the Saint Heir’s woman, she wouldn’t interfere much. At most, she wouldn’t flirt with other men; it was merely a job.

Secretive underground training area.

"Young Master, Fei’Er has been here for nearly twenty days. I implore you, Young Master, grant an audience." Yue Mei’Er stepped forward to block Ji Fei’Er and bowed.

"Hmm, let her in." Lin Miao had replaced the fake "Young Master," sitting cross-legged on a meditation mat with eyes slightly closed, giving a command.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Fei’Er, you go by yourself. I’m not accompanying you." Upon hearing Lin Miao’s voice, Yue Mei’Er got up and left confidently, with a sweet smile.

Yue Mei’Er left confidently, surprising Ji Fei’Er a bit. Previously, she was always prevented from meeting the "Young Master," but now she could go freely. Could her suspicions have been wrong, and the "Young Master" was indeed intensively training in seclusion, rather than being intentionally blocked by Yue Mei’Er?

After a slight hesitation, Ji Fei’Er returned to normal and moved forward.

Ji Fei’Er wasn’t as respectful as Yue Mei’Er. She entered the quiet room, stopping about three meters in front of Lin Miao.

The quiet room was dimly lit; generally, seclusion doesn’t require bright light. Lin Miao had purposely disguised as the fake Saint Heir, so unless Ji Fei’Er came close, it was hard to tell.

"Are you the Saint Heir who was taken away by Mrs. Yin and the mute servant ten years ago?" Ji Fei’Er asked directly.

"What do you think?" Lin Miao slightly raised his eyelids, gazing at Ji Fei’Er, countering her question.

"I think you don’t seem like him." Ji Fei’Er walked around Lin Miao seated on the meditation mat, closely observing the so-called "Young Master," increasingly feeling this "Young Master" differed from the one she’d met before. Also, she felt the silhouette had a familiar presence.

"Why?" Lin Miao was surprised by Ji Fei’Er’s sharp intuition but remained calm, "What makes you say this Saint Heir isn’t authentic?"

"The aura, the Saint Heir was only six when he left the Moon Palace. A person reveals much even in childhood. You differ from him." Ji Fei’Er said.